I remember when I first talked to him. He was awkward, he was polite, he was grammatically correct. I didn’t think we’d have that click. He’s the one I go to when I feel alone, when everything is caving in and making it hard for me to breathe. He’s tall, he’s humourous. He’s the one I want beside me when I’m watching the world burn. He takes sharp turns and he loves when it's warm. He likes wearing shorts. He teaches me so much about life even though he’s still learning. He’s strong and he apologizes when he knows he’s wrong. He makes you forget about the world for a little while. When he loves someone, he loves them for as long as he can. If it’s anything but true bliss, then it’s not love. He fights for everything and anything he feels strongly about. He’s constantly facing obstacles, he makes the impossible look easy. He’s always going places, but he’s grounded. He’s down to earth but hates when there’s snow on the ground. He’s intelligent and hates when someone talks down on him. He’s smart and he knows what he’s talking about. He’s always there no matter what even when he’s not standing in front of me. He doesn't like his smile but he loves to laugh. He’s always laughing, he’s always making puns and telling stories. He’s the calm before a storm. He’s always there to protect and warn. He’s honest and trustworthy, never sugarcoating anything for me. He’s hardworking and a family man, even though he doesn't get along with his old man. He made constructive use of the pain that was thrown at him, he just wants to be free and be the best that he can be. He’s my best friend and I can honestly say, he’s everything to me. I don’t know where I’d be without his lessons, laughs, and humbleness. I don’t know where I’d be without without his values that have rubbed off on me since I was 15. He’s my best friend and I love him for who he is, not for what I want him to be. He’ll remain as a fixture in my heart and mind, and I can’t imagine him not being a big part of my life.